Disclaimer~I don't own Harry Potter or anything of that sort, it's all J.K Rowling's work. I would never had put Hermione and Ron together. Harry and Hermione forever!

A/N~Hey everyone! I hope everyone had a great Christmas! You may have noticed that a chapter looks like it disappeared, but I just deleted the Q/A chapter. I wasn't needed, so I was like "Why not?"

A/N 2~ There was a review saying that they didn't understand what happened to Dumbledore in chapter 11. Well, he thought that Harry wanted to set the dragon loose in the arena and attack everyone. Why did he think that? Because his mind is twisted. So, he used Imperio and made the dragon attack Harry so he couldn't cut the chain. But when you think about it, his efforts were futile because it still broke the chain to chase Harry. No one noticed his use of the third Unforgivable so he got of scot-free.

A/N 3~ HARRY DIDN'T TELL HERMIONE ABOUT THE PROPHECY. Also, for some reason, I'm always bugged by the fact that Hermione's about one year older than Harry, so I will make a few changes to canon and make Hermione the same age as Harry. If someone notices problems, feel free to review or PM me. Also, I changed chapter two, if anyone looks back. In this chapter, the characters might be very OOC.

Visions

Chapter 11: Aftermath Of The First Task

That was all he heard. Smiling, he stopped fighting and let in. He was fighting a losing battle, he knew. Drifting into unconsciousness, he letting the soothing darkness take over.

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"Madame Pomfrey, is he going to be alright? I just got him back two days ago, I don't want to lose him so already. Oh, is he going to be alright?" Hermione was in hysterics and the school nurse scanned The-Boy-That-Always-Got-Hurt with a diagnosis charm. She let out a sigh of relief when it only said that he only had a long but shallow cut on his back and that his magic levels were very low, but that didn't mean that he was in the clear.

"Miss Granger, I'm pleased to say he only suffered a shallow cut and low magic levels, nothing that I can't handle. He will need to rest for the next few days." Her face softened and she made a quick decision. "I shall trust that you with a pass so you can keep him company, only if you promise that you rest as well." Hermione's face lit up and a smile graced her features.

"Really? It's not that I don't I appreciate it, of course not, it's just that -" The brunette was cut off from her stuttering by the smiling school nurse.

"Of course I mean it." Her face immediately turned stearn. "I trust that there shall be no funny stuff happening when I'm not there?" Hermione's face turned tomato red as she blushed.

"Of course not - I mean, of course - wait, what?! Let me rephrase, We are NOT going to do that. We're only 14 years old!" She replied, scandalized, but her face was still burning. Madame Pomfrey's lip twitched at the corner, showing she was suppressing a smile.

She muttered under her breath. "That's what they all tell me." but Hermione didn't hear her ; she was too busy ranting about why they wouldn't do that. Being the person in charge of people's health, she noticed that Hermione hadn't taken a breath yet. She put a gentle, caring hand on her shoulder. The young fourth year turned towards her. "I was just messing with you. Here." The usually strict nurse that didn't play favorites handed her a signed daily pass that said she was allowed at the Hospital Wing any time except for classes. She thanked her profusely and went to sit in the chair next to her boyfriend who was still lying unconscious in the bed that had a slim red line on it, the only thing that showed that he ever got physically damaged. Madame Pomfrey cast a scourgify at it and the red line disappeared, leaving the bed crisp and clean.

"When is he going to wake up?" asked Hermione, concern etched on her face and Harry's hand in both of hers. Madame Pomfrey did some mental calculation and answered.

"He should be waking up about -"

"Hermione?" came a raspy voice from the subject of the sentence's side.

"I'm right here, Harry. I'm right here." She comforted, wiping his forehead with a damp cloth that Madame Pomfrey conjured and gave her. She barely noticed Madame Pomfrey casting privacy wards around them and leaving them alone. She knew she should be furious at his stupid plan, unimpressed, disappointed even, but she couldn't bring herself to feel like that when she sees him like this. Plus, he didn't have a plan ; it must have been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

"How are you? You're not hurt, are you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I'm fine, go back to sleep." she soothed and kissed his forehead softly. After a moment of debating, she also added "You know, I should really beat you to a pulp for worrying me like that but I guess the dragon beat me to it." she might have sounded angry, but there was definitely a edge that sounded like humor in her voice. The unruly-haired wizard chuckled before falling asleep, all his concerns relieved. The bushy-haired witch watched him fondly, remembering the good times before everything blew up in their face.

-Flashback(s)-

"Oculus Reparo!" The bushy-haired witch said pointing her wand directly at unruly-haired wizard's glasses. The one wearing the glasses took them off slowly, looking at them in awe. "Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger."

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"It's wingardium leviOsa, not leviosAR." said the bushy-haired witch in a bossy, know-it-all voice to the redhead sitting beside in their charms class.

-End Flashback-

Granted, that last one probably wasn't one of her greatest experiences, but it was the start of what brought them together.

-Flashback(s)-

In an act that could've been extremely brave or extremely stupid, the unruly-haired wizard jumped on the troll's back, successfully distracting the troll from the bushy-haired witch that was currently trembling under a lavatory sink.

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"Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Harry — be careful!" Hermione exclaimed loudly to Harry who was about to face Quirrel, though he didn't expect it yet.

-End Flashback-

Hermione was roughly thrown out of memory lane when a familiar voice called her.

"Hermione, did you hear me?"

"Hmm?" was her answer to Harry's question.

"I said," he said, talking slowly like as if he was talking to a toddler "can I have some water?"

Choosing to ignore his tone, she replied with a "Sure." and summoned a glass of water that Madame Pomfrey kept close by. She had a sudden idea to lighten the mood. "Open up." Harry looked at her like she grew two heads.

"But-but, that's water, not food!"

"So?" she retorted. After a little while of bickering, he complied anyway. Hermione mentally grinned. She tipped the cup and let him drink some before dumping the rest of it's contents on her unsuspecting boyfriend. He spluttered and coughed a little before glaring at his giggling girlfriend, his hair dripping with water and his shirt that he got from Madame Pomfrey stained a light gray rather than it's normal white. If looks could kill, she would've been buried five feet under but the glare held no heat.

"I'll get you back for that." he growled, but there wasn't any maliciousness in his tone, only mischievousness and playfulness. He used scourgify on his clothes and hair before he grabbed another cup, intent on throwing it at her, but before he could a scolding voice interrupted them and they froze.

"Mr. Potter! Miss Granger! What is going on here?" Madame Pomfrey yelled loudly, stepping in between the couple. Hermione decided to throw Harry at the wolves and answered first.

She pointed over the matron's shoulder at her boyfriend in a moment that made them both look like 5-year-olds and said "He started it!" and Madame Pomfrey turned to look at the other teen. Harry's jaw dropped.

"What?! What did I do?!"

Madame Pomfrey replied dryly. "Well, for one, you were about to throw a full water goblet at Miss Granger had I not intervened, you are dripping water on your bed, and you used magic, which I remember telling you not to do." Harry scowled at Hermione who had stuck her tongue out at him from over the elderly matron's shoulder. She immediately retracted it when said matron turned to look at what Harry was looking at, in other words, Hermione. Madame Pomfrey looked at both teenagers suspiciously before sighing.

"Couples, always blaming each other just to see the other get scolded and think that they got away with it…" Hermione's eyes widened a little and Harry smugly narrowed his eyes and gave her a smirk. "I won't punish either of you two this time, but Mr. Potter you will get some rest this instant." she scolded, pushing his good shoulder firmly but gently onto the bed to make him lie down again. When he resisted she persisted until he flopped unceremoniously onto the bed, giving up.

She handed him a goblet. "Here Mr. Potter, some water." It looked and smelled like water, so he started to drink until it reached his lip when it felt more thick that water. He suddenly knew what it was ; he had this potion on many occasions when he couldn't fall asleep. He was about to spit it out until the nurse used a spell and forced the rest of the potion down his throat. When the spell finished, he tried throwing it up but a hand clamped on his mouth, forcing him to keep it closed. He looked up to see Hermione's chocolate eyes shining with mirth. Betrayed by my own girlfriend! Who can I trust these days? He thought while mentally rolling his eyes, but didn't actually mean it. His eyelids felt like they were carrying 10 pounds each but he said something before succumbing to sleep.

"That was a dirty trick…" but his voice was filled with amusement. Soon his soft breathing was the only noise left in the Hospital Wing. Hermione interlaced their hands and gazed at him fondly.

"I'll leave you two in here then." a voice said and Hermione just nodded, feeling tired too. Madame Pomfrey looked between the two and mentally thought that these two were the perfect couple. She erected a privacy ward and left the two to their own devices.

Hermione, upon hearing footsteps gradually fade away, lifted the covers on Harry's bed and snuggled in with him, moving his arms to lay on her side. She put her head on his chest and let sleep pull her in.

A/N~ They both still has their clothes on, yeesh, don't think about that stuff. They are taking their relationship slowly.